Twelve signs

Just
something to remind you, that this story is still on the way…Oh, btw ~* means flashback.

Ja ne!^^

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7

Kaiba
didn’t want to be here. But damn, if his younger brother wasn’t a persistant little pest. ~*

“I don’t
care, if you like it or not, Seto. You obviously really hurt the person who wrote you this letter, and you’d better apologize, before he or she decides to
do something stupid!”~*

So this was
why Kaiba found himself in his Road Car, waiting for school to finish. In groups or one by one, the students poured out of the multiple buildings, and Seto’s long fingers nervously glid over the rim of his coat. There.

A wild, blond mane, chestnut curls groomed into a perfect triangle, copper tresses and a shock of gold, red and black hair caught his attention.

‘Time to get this show on the road’ thought Kaiba, as he descended his car.

“Just what
were you thinking, flipping off the math teacher? You’re lucky, he only gave you three pages of extra homework, and no detention!” spat Anzu.

“Hey, I was
right, *(2vwx)⁶ equals 64v⁶w⁶x⁶.
There was no need to insult me in the first place!” shot Katsuya back.

“Cool down,
Jou, I bet, the teach was just as surprised as everyone else, that you got the right answer on the first try!” griped Honda. And sweatdropped, when a fist was shoved in his face.

“How ‘bout
I knock you out with the first punch?” snarled Jou.

“Yugi,
wait!”

Purple eyes
widened in fear and recognition. Instinctly, Yugi clutched the chain around his neck with both hands, even as Honda and Jou positioned themselves between him and Seto.

“Back off,
moneybags, or I’ll finish the job I started last time!” threatened Katsuya, and Honda added:

“Yeah, and
this time, you got no excuse, whatsoever. We won't let you off the hook that easy this time!”

Anzu nodded
in agreement.

Kaiba stood
there, inspecting the line of defense, before shaking his head in disapproval.

“I assure you, I am not here to harm Yugi. In contrary.”

Wedging
himself past Jou and Honda, who only reluctantly took a step back, ready to attack on the slightest indication, Kaiba came to stand before Yugi. The shorter boy gripped the chain harder, fear and determination warring on his face.

Slowly, the CEO reached into one of the hidden pockets inside his coat, and pulled out-a letter.

Honda
breathed a sigh of relief, but Jou was still suspicious.

“Look out
Yug', you never know, what this jerk got planned. It may be a bomb, that blows up in your face the moment you open it!”
Kaiba, who handed the paper to Yugi, who still held on to his chain with one white-knuckled hand, smirked.

“If you
would pay more attention to all those action movies you rot your brain with, mutt, you would know that only a complete fool would stand by, waiting for
Muuto to open the letter, if it really were a bomb.”

Yugi,
reassured by those words, took the letter and, using his keys, fumbled with the seal. Everybody held their breath, as the paper was torn and-nothing happened.
Never letting go of his Sennen Puzzle, he removed the single sheet from the wrapper, and opened it.

Seto
nodded, satisfied.

“I am sure,
you will understand the meaning behind this, Yugi. Don’t make me wait for your
answer.”

Blue bore
into purple, and for a moment, Yugi thought he saw something in Kaiba’s eyes, but then, the brunet turned around and headed for his car, never once looking back.

The duelist
read the letter again and again, his expression growing more and more confused.

“Hey, Yugi,
what’s wrong?” asked Anzu, reading over his shoulder.

“Yeah,
Yugi, you look, like you just seen Yuki-onna, or something!” agreed Honda, as he and Jou both stole a peek.

And
face-faulted.

Oh, for
my sake do you with Fortune chide,

The
guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,

That did
not better for my live provide

Than
public means which public manners breeds.

Thence
comes it that my name receives a brand,

And
almost thence my nature is subdu’d

To what
it works in, like the dyer’s hand.

Pity me
then, and wish I were renew’d;

Whilst
like a willing patient I will drink

Potions
of eisel ‘gainst my strong infection-

No
bitterness that I will bitter think,

Nor
double penance to correct correction:

Pity me
then, dear friend, and I assure ye,

Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

“Is that-a
poem?” asked Anzu breathlessly, not quiet believing her eyes. Honda’s mouth worked, but no words came out. Jou, in contrary, turned green and grey with
disgust, as he chortled:

“Ok, I think it’s safe to say, that moneybags completely lost it! He always was a few cards short of a deck, but this is sick, even for him! What’s the meaning of this-this-crazy drabble?!? I mean, if I used such-such-words in a test, they’d probably have me charted off to the asylum faster than I can
say my name!”

Yugi, or rather Yami, since they had switched places again, shook his head.

“No, I assume, it’s an apology.”

Under his
breath, he added:

“I think. I
guess. I hope.”

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*I went to
the attic, to find my old math books-and yes, I do hate Algebra..!